Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 46

Hey, yes I'm still alive lol. Hope you all have had a great year, and this is the next part. Enjoy

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Ophelia's POV

Monday mornings were all the same, to Harry and I, that is. I woke up too hot beside his body, and as usual Harry was wide awake, inspecting his arms and torso, to our surprise there seemed no traces of bruises; Harry hadn't sleep walked that night; quite a relief to the both of us.

While Harry groaned flopping his body back on the bed, and muttering about finding the will to continue the 'dreaded bloody day', I took a short shower. On Mondays, Harry also didn't have the will to join me in there. Not a big deal, we always compensated for the lost time later after school, after studying that is.

We stuck to cereal: I was a terrible cook and Harry wasn't a morning person, he wasn't even up for making his usual protein shakes. And although Harry seemed like he hated everything on this particular week day, there was always one thing that brought a fat smile on his face: Blondie.

While he showered her with love, I tried to identify to him a terrible habit she had picked up, and I for one was trying to help her fight it. Call me crazy but I wasn't too fond of eating while the orange fluff spread her legs licked herself, all the while, staring at me.

And every time I tried to shoo her away or tell harry this was rediculous, he's pull the cat towards him, and she slid over like a rag doll, staring at Harry as if he had just moved water. With a whiny voice, Harry would say. "She's a good girl" I'd just roll my eyes and ask him when I said she was a bad girl.

While I looked over the days lesson plan, as the teacher had emailed, Harry rushed from the kitchen down the hallway. I didn't want to sound like I was going crazy, but Harry has definitely been feeling off. I left my cereal to chase after him. Again he was locked in the bathroom, but heaving this time.

"Harry!" I tried the door.

With a hoarse voice I heard him reply 'in a minute!' While he continued to throw up. Without a though I shook the bathroom door handle. "Harry, open the door! Talk to me!"

I heard him heave a few more times before the toilet flushed and the sink ran. Briskly afterwards he opened the door.

"You are hiding something from me," I told him, following his retreating figure down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Sorry," his deep voice mumbled, slightly scratchy from overworking it with the retching. "I felt pukey"

Yeah no shit, I thought. "Are you hiding something from me," I decided to ask instead.

He huffed our a soft laugh then looked over at me. "Yes, Ophelia, I am."

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant." He laughed over my sigh.

"You are awful! Tell me." I pushed, my worries taking over.

"O, I'm fine ! I felt nauseous. Everyone gets nauseous sometimes, doesn't mean I'm hiding something." he reached for my hand, the other gripping the car keys. "Now follow me, young pupil. It's time for shitty school."

***

Harry had fallen asleep in class again. I didn't blame him, the lecture was slowly starting to put everyone to sleep; behind me Zayn had his feet propped on Liam's lap and his head resting on the wall, eyes slowly closing.

"On another note, I would focus on the dates," the teacher droned on, a laser light pointing to the slides. "Communist manifesto, when was that written?" he turned to the class for an answer. "Oh, for god's sake" he said once he saw the entire class falling asleep.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I was beat by Louis who called out "1847" He turned towards me. "Beat you blondie" he gave a wink and looked at the teacher again.

"There's always next class," I decided to tempt him.

"Math? Please," he waved me off with a flick of his hand.

"I'll show you."

"I bet five dollars on Blondie," A groggy voice came from Zayn.

"My money's on Louis," Liam slumped in his chair.

"You're all idiots," Harry cracked one eye open, his lips curled up at Connie's remark.

"I'll show her," Louis whispered.

***
One of the flowers were dead, and I had no idea how to tell Harry; he counted each one every night before he lined them up under the bright light, like a father tucking in his children in for the night.

I was afraid of this; afraid of the plants dying. And now it was happening. I knew something had to be done before Harry found out about this; anything. My mind crowded with every thought, ranging from trading it in with a fake plant to convincing Harry to let me take care of the plants, which I knew would be a big no. Harry cared for these plants more than anything; I think he somehow thought he was giving a 'rest assured' to his mother about them more than anything.

Once he walked in after a run out for food, I rushed before he could see the dead plant.

"Harry!" I rushed to him throwing my arms over his shoulders.

He stumbled a step back with a hearty laugh. "Hey baby!"

Behind him Louis ignored us while he walked over to the counter. "If you guys wanna fuck, I'll leave," Louis called from the kitchen.

"You can leave!" Harry quickly called over.

"Too bad. Let's go play a game. I'm gonna kick your ass this time!" Louis ran to his room.

Harry let the bags fall then ran after him "fuck you! I'm gonna win this time !"

While they bickered back and forth, I ran to the plant. Okay, I thought. Harry would definitely notice if there want a certain number that he counted. Could I tell him that it was always 27?

"Buy another one now," Louis's voice came from behind me. I turned back to see his rummage in his pocket. Buy another one ? In this season?! Who would sell it?

He looked rushed while he stuffed a hundred in my hand. "Go, buy one! I'm gonna keep him busy. Now Ophelia!"

"I'm winning!" Harry called from the room.

"Fuck that!" Louis called jogging back. "Now Ophelia!" He hissed.

"From where?" I whispered back.

"Barry's; off seventh street, you can't miss it." He ran off. "I'm coming and I'm gonna kick your ass!"

I rushed off to Barry's and asked for the plant, he gave it over solemnly. "Open during winter? That's awesome." I made conversation to calm my beating heart. It looked slightly different from the peonies that Harry had.

"Hm" the man hummed. "These things die quickly, it's mostly for weddings."

"Anyway to keep these alive over the winter?" I pleaded. "They're my boyfriends favourite."

He shook his head. "Sorry, but these things can't live during the cold times. The most you can do is buy a light from-"

"I have one," I told him. "How long will it keep it alive?"

He shrugged. "Best is a month, maybe less."

Once I was back in Harry's house I scrambled to pull out the dead plant from the pot and filled it with the living one. Once it was perfectly filled and pushed against the others, I walked to the room.

I saw both Louis and Harry bickering about the game in the room. I walked behind Harry to wrap my arms around him. His tense muscles relaxed slightly.

Louis simply threw a questioned look towards me. I simply nodded.

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